This morning I flipped on CBC radio and heard a grown man cry.

No-one had died. The man’s village had not been devastated by a massive earthquake. He had not lost his job or discovered that his wife was cheating on him.

No, this man was crying because the Canadian football team he supports did not win a game on the weekend. It was a championship game and it is played every year.

I had no idea that the game of football (or “crash-helmet” football as a Welsh rugby-playing friend calls the NAmerican game) is so important or that supporters can be reduced to such emotionally fragility when their team loses.

It may be an outdated stereotype, but I always regarded football as macho-man game played by macho-man refrigerators players, supported by macho-man fans.

Who knew this game could reduce a grown man to tears.